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"She's the darlin' of the parish, she's the pride of / Inniskillen; / 'Twould make your heart lep up to see her trippin' down the glen; / There's not a lad of life and fame that wouldn't take her shillin' / And inlist inside her service-did ye hear her laugh- in' then?
Did ye see her with her hand in mine the day that / Clancy married?
Ah, darlin', how we footed it-the grass it was so green!
And when the neighbours wandered home, I was the guest that tarried, / An hour plucked from Paradise -- come back to me, / Rosleen!
Across the seas, beyand the hills, by lovely Inniskillen, / The rigiment come marchin' -- I hear the call once more / Shure, a woman's but a woman -- so I took the Ser- geant's shillin', / For the pride o' me was hurted -- shall I never see her more?
She turned her face away from me, and black as night the land became; / Her eyes were jewels of the sky, the finest iver seen; / She left me for another lad, he was a lad of life and fame, / And the heart of me was hurted -- but there's none that's like Rosleen! "